Hedonistic Arithmetic Part I | 2016

Well the people have spoken! The next story will be Hedonistic Arithmetic, which takes place a couple of years ago and is the story of the day when I had sex three times with two different women in one day. As with previous and future stories pseudonyms and other techniques will be used, and by necessity the entire tale will be told in 3 parts.
Now on with the story…

Hedonistic Arithmetic Part I: Prime number

Ever fall into sleep so deep and restful that your body fights waking up even with 8 hours’ worth? This was one of those mornings, and frankly I didn’t blame it one bit. Cocooned in warmth and softness my eyelids refused to budge despite my brain’s insistence that yes we should get up. After some head-rolling and internal arguing my lids finally managed to open… and things weren’t right. The walls of the room were totally the wrong color, there was sunlight streaming in where there shouldn’t have been, silk sheets were most definitely not in my linen closet, these questions and more rattled around in my mind as I took the room and situation in.
Then my eyes settled upon a tangle of red hair and the sound of soft steady breathing washed over my ears. Between these and the realization that the warmth in this bed was due to the commingling of my own body heat and the radiant energy from a woman’s smaller frame nestled within the mold that mine created filled in the details that the waking brain lacks; I was in this woman’s home, and she liked the shortened version of her name.

Trish and I met during a function hosted by a local organization that brings businesses together for civic minded endeavors centered in the local business district. I’m sure the organization had noble intentions in mind when throwing this function but Trish had essentially re-directed my attention to her from the outset thanks to her copper locks cut in a bob framing facial features which were both outwardly warm and mischievous as well as a pair of glittering eyes of pale blue and grey. She also displayed a penchant for stylish vintage clothing, a playful wit matched with a very thin filter and an infectious sparkling laugh.
Suffice it to say I was smitten in a hurry and as after mutual introductions we became comfortable with each other just as swiftly. In short order introductions to each other’s co-workers were made before we ignored the proceedings entirely and simply commiserated and joked about work and life in the city during late fall for the rest of the evening. Trish might have been on the shorter side of stature but the size of her personality more than made up for it. Phone numbers were exchanged and promises of getting together again in the near future were made before we parted with a lingering embrace and gaze.
The near future turned out to be a few days later and we met back up at a charming pub situated near the city’s largest and best known park. We’d brought a couple of friends each and as our groups co-mingled throughout the night all became more comfortable with each other, helped in no small part thanks to a bit of social lubrication and multiple rounds of pool and darts.
Initially I gave Trish plenty of space to flit between our combined friends and in turn introduced myself to her compatriots but it soon became obvious there was a localized gravitational attraction between us that frequently resulted in leaning against each other and arms around midsections or shoulders. Moreover she revealed more of her personality and charm, sharing that her favorite soap opera was professional wrestling and she eyed any so-called “expert” wine or spirit connoisseur with a degree of suspicion that increased with the descriptors used in extolling the characteristics of a libation. She also showed me a tattoo she’d had inked upon her wrist; cursive script in a midnight blue and thin enough to be concealed by a watch or bracelet and shortly thereafter she disclosed there were indeed more.

As everyone had to work the next day the mutual decision was made to adjourn for the night before the tipping point between sensible unwinding and painting the town red was reached. For Trish and me however the night wasn’t over. As my arms circled around her back Trish grabbed the lapels of my coat in order to pull my face closer to hers. This was necessary in order to plant a soft lingering kiss on my lips before holding my gaze and state matter-of-factly,
“You’re coming home with me.”
Suffice it to say the front of my chinos became very snug in short order and the 10 minute bus ride to her home in order to avoid the biting fall wind blasting between buildings seemed to take an eternity.
As it turned out however things ended up a bit differently than perhaps either of us had imagined. During a protracted session of making and over the clothes groping Trish had yawned rather forcefully, prompting a joke about my appeal in that moment. Trish admitted that she was slightly conflicted; on the one hand she was extremely tired and the three drinks she’d had at the pub didn’t help things, but on the other she’d been attracted to me since we’d gotten to know each other at the community function and didn’t want to lead me on.
Although she did offer to press on and have sex (with the caveat of being much better with more energy) I told her we didn’t have to tonight if she didn’t feel up to it fully. With a parting kiss I’d started to button my shirt back up when Trish delivered another matter-of-fact statement whilst grabbing my wrists. “Oh you’re staying and keeping me warm tonight, bucko.”
Given how restful the sleep was and how adorable Trish looked spooned inside of my own position I could appreciate the wisdom of such a statement, and for a moment I was content to lay and bask in her warmth. However my brain had made the switch over to wake and I slowly uncoiled from around Trish, tucking the still-warm covers in around her to retain the vestiges of my own warmth.

After re-donning the hickory brown flat-fronts and black v-neck tee which were parts of what I’d worn the day and evening before I quietly made my way out into Trish’s home in search of the kitchen and hopefully some way of making coffee. The kitchen wasn’t hard to find and after pulling open a couple of cabinets a bag of ground coffee and filters was revealed. Soon enough the first ounces of umber liquid began to flow.
While waiting on enough to brew for a cup I looked around what I could see of Trish’s home. It was certainly cute and fitting of her but given that she lived in a nice part of town it certainly seemed like quite a bit of home even for someone working as an appraiser at an auction house.
I didn’t have long to wonder about how Trish could afford a place nearly as charming as her in a nice neighborhood. Barely half a cup had brewed before she padded into the kitchen to join me. She’d taken her makeup off the night before which did little to dampen the warmness of her smile or the allure of her eye. What’s more the fit of the pale blue tee shirt and black fanell pajama pants she wore hugged the fullness of her breasts and arcs of her hips in ways that were only hinted at by the blouses skirts and dresses she’d worn previously. And she wore white fuzzy bunny slippers, because as I learned that was her adorable way.
“Mmm, a warm bed and coffee in the morning?” she sighed while walking over to me as I leaned against the counter.
“Such a gentleman, and even after I said I was too tired to have sex.”
Even though I knew damn well that wasn’t the case my eyes flicked upwards and my head bobbed to either side for a moment in a pantomime of frustration.
Before Trish could even raise an eyebrow the charade concluded with a grin and a shrug.
“As I recall the offer was on the table despite you being tired. Besides it’s better for all when one person doesn’t have to worry about the other suddenly snoring beneath them.”
Trish’s laugh danced across my ears and a playful slap struck my shoulder before she fished a pair of coffee mugs from a cabinet and filling both. Rather than pick either up however Trish opted to slide her arms around my torso and plant a pair of feathery kisses upon my neck and smiling at me before our lips softly met. No words uttered but plenty said.

Instead of the table we took our morning coffee on the overstuffed couch which dominated the main living area of the house with Trish opting to rest her back against an armrest and drape her legs over my lap. Through sleepy waking tones we talked in meandering paths and around one of those paths Trish mentioned she had a roommate to help share the rent in this nicer part of town vs. living alone in tighter quarters or a sketchier neighborhood. This particular roommate was nowhere to be found at the moment; she was out of town on a business trip, hence why Trish insisted I was spending the night at her place.
We continued to talk through another pair of hot steaming mugs in our meandering way, although my wakefulness seemed to be less related to the coffee so much as idly stroking Trish’s legs as she spoke and letting a finger slip dangerously close to her inner thigh on occasion. Pleasant as it was curled up with Trish and chatting away in the morning there was one question which had been caroming around the inside of my brain and wouldn’t stop until it was asked.
“So, when did you decide you wanted to take me home?” I asked with no trepidation or skepticism in my voice. Genuine curiosity was my motive, mixed with a modicum of mental note-taking for later.
Trish never hesitated in answering,
“By the end of when we first met.” Trish’s conviction was punctuated by her bright eyes holding my own gaze unwaveringly, a little smirk on her face.
“God the chemistry was so good right away…”
Couldn’t argue that point, I’d felt it too.
“… you made me laugh…”
Said the woman who made friends and co-workers belly laugh within moments of meeting them, but point taken.
“… and being oh so hunky doesn’t hurt.”
While I certainly wasn’t going to argue Trish’s honorific I’m not about to claim that for myself unduly.
The condensed description of me is this; 6 feet tall, deep brown medium length hair, full and manicured beard, steel blue eyes and athletic physique honed by eclectic sports and activities. Often it’s my eyes broad shoulders or big hands which receive the most attention initially but I’d like to think my appeal extends much further beyond that.
Regardless, Trish’s summation of her view had done its work; the grin upon my lips was well past sly territory in terms of wideness and well on the way to sheepish. Trish however had a question of her own;
“Why do you ask? Was it because I’m direct about what I want?”
One moment of false deliberation was enough for the morning if I were capable of it at the moment. Between the grin and the delight of such closeness in the morning there was only one response I was capable of. After setting the mug in my hand carefully on the coffee table I leaned towards Trish until our faces were separated by mere molecules of air before replying in a hushed low register,
“Not at all. In fact that turned me on so much I would have taken you at the door if you’d told me to.”
I had intended to kiss Trish at that particular moment but she beat me to it after a soft moan. Fingertips traced my jawline through the fuzz of my beard milliseconds before Trish’s lips enveloped my own. Swiftly our lips found the best angle to intermingle before her tongue slid into my mouth with a sigh and beckoned mine to do the same to hers while my own hands found their purchase squeezing her thighs. Eventually our kiss broke and Trish gazed deeply into my eyes while slowly curling her fingers through my beard.
“I think we ought to get a shower.” Trish stated in a breathy tone before swinging her legs away from my lap and to the floor. Taking my hand she lead me to the bathroom where I had to pull her in for another deep kiss after she found the appropriate water temperature to combat the autumn chill.

Ordinarily I’d have taken the time to undress Trish myself and use my mouth to find which regions made her gasp or arch her back slightly. However at the time I was operating under the premise that I’d be making it to work on time.
That said watching each other undress had its own merits. Between the blur of my shirt and the obligatory bending needed to remove my pants then boxer-briefs I could see rather clearly that Trish was enjoying the revelation of my form from her position if the wide eyes and smile were any indication, and the feeling was most assuredly mutual. The achingly slow stripping of her shirt revealed full pert breasts capped by pink nipples which were ever so slightly raised, while her bending at the waist and lowering her flannel sleeping pants served as a horizon of cloth skimming the protuberance of her derriere and highlighting the proportions which made her skirts fit just so well. The latter also afforded me a glimpse of Trish’s pink and engorged labia, something which conspired to make my now exposed penis throb a bit more forcefully. Additionally I finally got to see the tattoos Trish had hinted at earlier; a flower pattern which surrounded her navel and a pair of dolphins leaping out of the waves and forming a heart situated in her lower back. To my eyes she was a painted violin of a woman and I was eager to draw my bow across her strings.
Before I could ask about her ink Trish swiftly grabbed my hand and practically yanked me underneath the hot spray of water with her. Any queries in my brain were instantly scattered by the sensation of warm slick creamy skin pressed against my torso and underneath my hands. This time when our mouths met there was a new-found eagerness in the way our lips pressed against each other and our tongues playfully curled with each other which had been denied release and frustrated up to that point in the morning that prompted a commingling of soft moans and muffled grunts into each other’s mouths. Trish’s fingernails lightly raked down my back before settling upon my hips and I could feel her squirm slightly when my gently pulsing and very hard member slipped between our bodies.

After our lips had finally parted I gently pulled Trish’s hips while telling her to turn around before taking a half step back to paw at the accumulated bottles at the edge of the tub. Once I’d located the shampoo my hands corralled a decent glob of the product before working it into Trish’s hair slowly. Between the gentle scratching and massaging of her scalp with my fingertips and slow drawing of my fingers through her hair Trish soon started sighing and cooing contentedly.
After indulging in more of the same with her conditioner I’d palmed some moisturizing body wash before Trish’s hands grabbed my hips and pulled us together again. Now it was my turn to utter my own sighs and grunts as Trish slowly swiveled her hips against me and rubbing her soap-slickened cheeks and back against my eminently hard member.
In the sudden press and heat of pleasure and a flurry of my kisses planted along one of Trish’s shoulders I nearly dropped the bodywash in my hand, but mercifully I’d managed to keep it palm up and worked up a good lather against stomach in short order.
I couldn’t help myself however and my hands gravitated upwards to cup her breasts, my fingers gently kneading and caressing their way down towards her nipples before pinching them in succession.
“Mmm, are those particularly dirty?” Trish asked between signs and slight arches of her back.
“Oh yes, very.” I whispered in her ear before giving the arch an experimental nibble as both of my hands pinched her nipples. This provoked Trish to press her hips back towards me urgently and grunt sharply in response before she resumed sighing and moaning softly at the machinations of my hands upon her breasts. Eventually I curled an arm underneath and continued to squeeze while sliding the other down her stomach towards the beginnings of her cleft. Trish’s hands were still on my hips at this point and her fingernails dug into them when two of my fingertips traced her outer lips with a couple of lingering slow passes before pressing inwards. It was when her clit was pressed by two of my fingertips on either side and rubbed in slow strokes that provoked a reaction eclipsing the one garnered earlier when I’d focused on her ear and nipples; this time her hips swiveled towards my fingers as she hissed “Yesss….” While pressing her head against my chest.
With such feedback as motivation I zeroed in on her clit for a moment, alternating between up and down sliding and circular rubbing motions with a couple of fingertips. Simultaneously I continued to cup one of her breasts with my other hand but shifted it’s purchase in order to run my thumb along it’s areole in time with the movements of my fingers while my mouth alternated between nibbling and sucking at her shoulder and hoarsely whispering in hear ear promises and platitudes such as “I’m not stopping until you can’t stand on your own.”

Unfortunately my intent to follow through on those promises was temporarily halted after I dipped a couple of fingertips between Trish’s folds. Shower sex can be invigoratingly blissful however there are unique complications which can crop up. In this particular case the water had essentially washed away all of Trish’s natural lubrication and there was no bath mat in place to guard against sudden loss of traction. The specific realities had also foisted another realization upon me; not did neither of us bring protection but condoms are essentially useless in water.
I wasn’t about to be thwarted by a shower head however and engaged in a quick re-position with Trish so position her out of the stream directly as well as slightly diagonal as well. This afforded me a bit more dexterity and leverage which I used to full effect once her slickness had returned fully. With a slight turn of my hand I rubbed Trish’s clit in circles with a thumb while my middle and ring fingers slipped into her folds once more and this time her wetness facilitated their slippery travel inward, the other one sliding from the small of her back down the curve of her rear before squeezing one of her cheeks earnestly.
In order to mask the motions I’d need I busied my lips and teeth with Trish’s earlobe, prompting another round of sighs and moans albeit with more force. By now she’d worked one of her hands between us and tried to stroke the length of my cock but seemingly was unable to focus for long enough beyond a reflexive squeeze and tug on occasion.
In short order I’d worked out the motions and rhythm needed and soon my entire body seemed to get into the act. The fingers inside of Trish were pressed upwards and drew back and forth slowly applying pressure to her gspot while the thumb rubbed her clit in syncopation. My other hand squeezed and caressed up one of her cheeks and down the other in turn, punctuating their movements with the occasional sharp and wet crack of a spank against her skin. My mouth continued to tug and nibble at her earlobe, words now gone in favor of guttural hungry grunts that described how I craved her pleasure.

Through this onslaught Trish’s moans became deeper and more forceful and were interspersed by occasional squeals and hisses. She’d given up on trying to stroke me and had simply slipped her hand around to dig her nails into my rear to signal her pleasure, something which only drove me that much more wild.
At some point I’d noticed that Trish’s hips would push back towards the hand that focused on her ass and had a small bit of insight. As I slowed everything I’d been doing to a halt Trish grunted frustratedly and had started to turn her head and look at me. Our eyes had met the moment I started running a finger along the cleft of her cheeks with a modicum of pressure as a physical indication of what I was about to ask her.
“May I?”
I’m sure Trish meant to say “Uh huh!” in an enthusiastic manner but it came out as an almost feral hoarse moan. If that hadn’t gotten the message across the sudden press of her hips backwards certainly drove the point home.
Swiftly I restarted the motions I’d been using earlier save for the caressing and spanking of Trish’s cheeks. That was replaced with my fingers slipping between their warm press and before drawing them slowly down, searching for a telltale ring. I didn’t see the moment my fingertips grazed its subtle protuberance but there was no mistaken the sudden stiffening and arching from Trish for anything else. In short order my fingers were slowly caressing over her little ring in harmony with my other hand’s efforts which had the effect of forcing Trish to clench various muscles and raggedly moan between pants.
Suddenly her hand clenched at my cheek even harder while her other latched on to my wrist. Trish writhed in my hands and moaned from within her chest, eyes going from wide to squeezed shut and wide again as I felt her walls clench my fingers over and over.
Eventually the waves of orgasm started to subside and I slowly started to remove my hands before sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her close. Trish’s eyes had taken on a lidded dreamy quality that I couldn’t not grin at before kissing her lips softly. Trish was content to simply wrap her arms around me for a moment and plant several delicate kisses upon my chest before she seemingly felt up to speaking.
“That… fuck.”

I simply chuckled and smiled at her before she went back to kissing my neck and chest. Trish wasn’t through with me yet however and had evidently regained enough composure to nudge me back-first against the wall of the shower. There was a brief pivot as she grabbed something from the edge of the tub before her lips found mine again with the same eagerness that we’d first experienced once under the running water. With my eyes closed I could only guess as to what Trish was up to via my hands’ placement upon her hips.
All became sharply clear the moment I felt her fingers grasp the shaft of my penis and start stroking. Trish giggled after my surprised grunt post breaking the kiss before leaning in and nibbling at my collarbone enthusiastically. There was an unusually smooth sensation to her slow stroking and tugging which piqued my curiosity between bolts of pleasure coursing up my spine. When I looked down all was revealed; Trish had gathered a bit of conditioner and was using it as a rather effective lubricant, allowing her to apply a bit more force than would normally be warranted.
Between her mouth exploring every millimeter of my collarbone and the combination of slow tugs segued into long strokes I was grunting softly in no time and pushing my hips towards her hand with every stroke and tug. This only encouraged Trish and suddenly her teeth were gently biting at one of my own nipples while her other hand joined the first and cupped my balls Now Trish’s stroking picked up and was enhanced by a slight twisting motion while my balls were barraged by the perfect amount of squeezing and caressing to walk the fine balance between maximal pleasure and discomfort. Somehow I’d managed to get my hands on her breasts and was squeezing them with increasingly less focused precison and more urgency but that too was suddenly denied to me.

After kissing me with a soft moan Trish sank to her knees before me and started gathering water in her hands to rinse my penis of residual conditioner. I could feel my penis throbbing in the absence of her hands and must have been giving away as much on my face since Trish looked up at me with a mischievous twinkle, “Oh I’m not finished. I need to feel your cock with my tongue.”
Before opening her mouth and taking all 6 inches of me down with a slight shake of her head at the end. Although she couldn’t keep me down and had to back off after a slight gag her lips enclosed the head and gave her tongue a bit of privacy to lash and flutter against it before letting go with a loud pop. I can’t recall the exact litany of grunts expletives that issued forth from my mouth but evidently Trish appreciated the praise. Again no words were needed; the mischievous twinkle in her eye paired with a smile before her lips once again sealed around the head of my cock and the pressure behind them built.
One of her hands grasped ahead of her mouth and preceded it as she started to bob with conviction, her other hand resting on my hip and her tongue pressing along the underside the entire time. I was beyond words then, reduced to increasingly strangled grunts or squeezing her shoulders in order to communicate my rapture. Yet Trish still wasn’t done even though there was no missing the motion of my hips starting to buck forward on occasion. Instead I felt the hand upon my hip creep around and squeeze one of my own cheeks again while the other curled around my balls.
It was as though a knob had been flipped in Trish that somehow went well past 11; her bobbing inexorably increased both in speed and depth while squeezing my balls and pulling my hips towards he face via my ass. Between my hips the pressure ballooned seemingly out of control giving me stammering fits between guttural grunts that trailed off into hisses. By the time she’d hit the finale with yet another longer deepthroat punctuated by a pop I was trembling in her hands and almost shaky in my voice,
“Fuck Trish that feUUHHHGH!”
She wasn’t looking for praise, she knew. Instead she wanted a show and pumped me furiously with the hand that was previously on my hips and fluttered her tongue against the underside of my tip. I held on to her shoulders for dear life as the valves were all hammered open inside of me and releasing jets of hot white stickiness into her mouth with almost frightening force. Trish uttered several moans herself while directing the uncontrolled spray further down to coat her breasts in a few streaks as well.
As I collapsed into the wall and panted Trish leaned in and drew her thumb up the underside of my cock slowly before sealing her lips around my head again and lapping up what was left with an enthusiastic yummy noise and sending another shudder of pleasure through my spine.

Through the haze of post-orgasm bliss Trish stood up and gave me a smile while displaying the spattered artwork she’d made with my explosion before stepping into the shower and rinsing it away. Eventually I found the strength to join her underneath the stream and slid my arms around her waist while kissing her shoulder repeatedly. Trish sighted contentedly before turning her head and cooed in my ear.
“I thought we were supposed to get clean in here.”

Stay tuned for Part II: Addition and division.